Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

Abbot Liaohui closed his eyes and said...

"The matter is now settled! My uncle, the Holy Monk, has sent word from Jiangnan that the martial arts world of Jiangnan is preparing to head north in August."

"Moreover, regarding the Shaolin treasure map from back then, recently, for some unknown reason, a batch of rubbings of the treasure map suddenly appeared, and now almost everyone in the martial arts world has a copy."

"Although we all know that Zhang Junbao and General Feilong are not in Shaolin, there are many opinions in the world, and Shaolin has no way to avoid it."

"Moreover, this matter may not be unrelated to the Southern Song court. After all, we cannot escape blame for the disappearance of the Imperial City Guard's spies in Shaoshi Mountain back then."

Liaoyin bowed his head and chanted "Amitabha," his voice low but firm as he said, "Shaolin has nowhere left to retreat. If we stop the martial arts world from questioning us, it will inevitably provoke the martial arts world to covet Shaolin, and then there will never be peace!"

Liao Hui nodded and said, "So, our problem now is not whether there is a conspiracy, but how to deal with the situation that follows."

Liao Zhi said, "If martial arts forces enter Shaolin, some people will inevitably be unwilling to give up and will try to find the locations on the treasure map. Although most of them are fake, there is one real one inside the temple."

Liao Huidao...

"Then arrange for people to be transferred as soon as possible."

"Furthermore, I have decided to set up the Arhat Formation at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, so that we cannot allow these martial arts practitioners to swarm into Shaolin."

"As long as we control the situation, it is acceptable for a group of people to enter Shaolin Temple as representatives to search for the whereabouts of Zhang Junbao and General Feilong."

"Moreover, Mingjian Manor may have a backup plan. I think it would be good to arrange for a few of our senior uncles to accompany us in advance. This would both intimidate the heroes and make Mingjian Manor more cautious."

Liao Yin said, "I'm afraid someone might take advantage of this to try and steal from the Scripture Pavilion."

Liao Hui could only say, "Then we'll have to trouble Master Cheng Kong. He was personally chosen by our grandmaster to guard the Sutra Repository, so we can only ask him to strengthen the security."

"Cheng Kong...can he be relied on?" Liao Fan frowned. "He's always been crazy and doesn't know how to behave."

Abbot Liaohui sighed helplessly, "But he was personally chosen by the Patriarch, so we can only accept it. At worst, we can send more people to patrol around the Sutra Repository!"

“In that case, the defenses in other areas will inevitably be weak!” Liao Zhi said.

Liao Hui said, "We should always let those martial arts practitioners take advantage of us, otherwise once complaints arise, it will be like a group of heroes attacking the mountain."

After everyone else left, Liao Zhi remained silent for a moment, then said, "Cheng Kong, could he be General Fei Long? After all, his origins were questionable back then."

Liao Hui clasped his hands in prayer...

"Whether it is or not, it's too late! He has often come down the mountain over the years, and the people in the nearby villages and towns all know him."

"If he suddenly disappears, then that's it too! We'll be left with no way to explain ourselves. All we can do now is hope that he stays insane and doesn't let anything slip."

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Lin'an, the Imperial Palace.

Zhao Gou put down his vermilion brush, blew the ink dry on it, and then glanced at the old eunuch beside him, asking, "Judging from your appearance, you've made quite a bit of progress."

The old eunuch bowed and said, "I dare not deceive Your Majesty. Regarding the secret auction of the treasure map, we profited 200,000 taels from the major families. We also have some rubbings that we are selling to the public, which we expect to earn around 300,000 taels."

Zhao Gou simply smiled. He was not short of money; the wealth of the dynasty was already the greatest in all of history.

He asked curiously, "Does this matter have anything to do with the Famous Sword Manor?"

The old eunuch shook his head and said, "This old servant is not sure either, but it is a bit far-fetched to say that Mingjian Manor suddenly obtained the treasure map at this critical juncture."

Zhao Gou looked at the luminous pearl on the ceiling of the main hall, and suddenly burst into laughter, saying...

"What a clever scheme! First, the relics of Zhang Junbao and Yue Qing were in Shaolin, forcing the martial arts world to go there; then, the treasure map was a mix of real and fake, adding fuel to the fire. Shaolin had no choice but to deal with it, there was no way to avoid it. This is an open conspiracy!"

"Although we have never met, this young master of the Great Yi Dynasty is already quite talented. Impressive! Impressive!"

The old eunuch bowed and said, "Your Majesty, it would be best if you did not meet him. Even with this old servant and the God of Arrest, we are not confident of defeating him!"

"What a pity! What a pity!" Zhao Gou sighed. "Heroes are often found, but we have no chance to see them!"

After a moment of silence, he shook his head and asked, "What is Qin Qing doing?"

The old eunuch immediately said, "After Prime Minister Qin invited Zhao Yuan to his residence some time ago, he has not taken any action."

"Does he really expect to rely on a wandering swordsman like the Prince of Xiaoyao?" Zhao Gou asked, frowning.

Just then, the gauze curtain behind the throne moved without any wind. The old eunuch raised his eyebrows but did not make a sound.

He knew that there was another force protecting the emperor in secret. This force belonged to the Zhao clan's council of elders and was the last line of defense for the emperor.

Zhao Gou was not surprised and asked, "What is it?"

A shadow appeared behind the gauze curtain, and a hoarse voice said...

"The stewards of the Left Commander of the Northern Garden of the Imperial Guards and the South Gate Guards, along with Qin Hui's steward, were having a secret meeting at the Empress Dowager's manor outside the city."

“Wang Bao’s subordinates, under the guise of purchasing jade artifacts, secretly met with Qin Hui’s chief steward.”

"Zhao Yuan secretly met with the eunuchs in the Inner Palace, the Director of the Palace Secretariat, and the Left Chief Eunuch of the Firewood Bureau in the secret room of the artificial hill in the South Garden."

"Hehe..." Zhao Gou waved his hand and laughed, then sighed, "I'm not surprised by either of them. Only the Empress Dowager, the Empress Dowager..."

The old eunuch bowed deeply, then vanished in an instant. The next moment, the eunuchs and palace maids who had been trembling all around the hall collapsed to the ground...

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Mingjian Manor.

Listening to Yi Liang's report, Yi Yuchen was not surprised by the gains from selling the treasure map, after all, the gains were not proportional to the expenses.

For just ten taels, or even one tael, you could potentially unearth thousands upon thousands of gold and silver treasures, as well as martial arts manuals, from a treasure map—it's an incredible bargain.

Even if they don't find anything, ten taels of silver isn't enough for them to act cool or make friends once, so any江湖人 (jianghu person) would do this kind of business.

Yi Yuchen simply nodded, indicating that he understood, and then said to Yi Liang…

"Keep a close eye on any strangers who suddenly appear near Taihu Lake. If you're unsure what to do, tell me."

"Qin Hui has no one left to use. The only one who can break through the defenses of Mingjian Manor is the Carefree Prince."

"and……"

Yi Liang asked, puzzled, "Could there be other forces trying to take advantage of the situation?"

“There are definitely those who try to take advantage of the situation, but at most they'll just stand by and watch from the sidelines.” Yi Yuchen shook his head and said, “But there might be another party, which I almost forgot about.”

Yi Liang asked doubtfully, "What is Young Master Sun saying...?"

"Louguan Dao!" Yi Yuchen said, looking straight ahead.

Yi Liang suddenly realized, "The Great Elixir of Heaven and Earth?"

Yi Yuchen nodded: "The Qiankun Great Elixir is a secret of the Louguan Sect that is not passed down. Now that it has been leaked to the royal family, the Louguan Sect may not let it go."

Chapter 231 Yi Jifeng's Highlight Moment

In the golden autumn of August, at Mount Song and Mount Shaoshi.

The Shaoshi Mountain is pristine white, dotted with lush green shrubs and trees. Along the stone steps, ancient trees line both sides, leading to a massive ancient temple at the end of the path – this is the Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, groups of martial arts practitioners carrying knives and swords blocked the mountain path leading up to Shaolin Temple, making it completely impassable. The ancient Buddhist temple, which was usually filled with the sound of chanting, now appeared somewhat solemn.

Outside Shaolin Temple, Abbot Liaohui and his Shaolin warrior monks had already set up the Arhat Formation and were ready for battle.

On the other side, the Jiangnan martial arts forces, led by Yi Jifeng, also looked displeased. The two sides were on the verge of war, and it was as if they could go to war at any moment.

The incident began because Shaolin Temple, citing the sanctity of Buddhist grounds and the prohibition against unauthorized entry, set up the Arhat Formation and had already lost seven waves of challenges.

At this moment, apart from the Famous Sword Manor represented by Yi Jifeng, all other forces looked grim. Although Shaolin claimed it was a friendly spar, such behavior caused the martial arts families of Jiangnan to lose face.

At this point, Shaolin Temple was also in a dilemma. Originally, Liao Hui's purpose was only to intimidate the heroes and prevent these outlaws from causing too much trouble in Shaolin Temple.

But now, they've accidentally overdone it, turning what was meant to be a deterrent into a slap in the face. What's more, there are martial arts families with centuries of tradition among them. If things go wrong, Shaolin will find it difficult to move an inch in Jiangnan in the future.

As things progressed to this point, Liao Hui felt helpless. The monks in the temple were already furious, and the Shaolin Arhat Formation had been honed through countless trials. As a result, the situation spiraled out of control, and no one could do anything about it.

Behind Yi Jifeng, numerous martial arts factions were also buzzing with discussion...

"What does Shaolin Temple mean by this? They said they wanted to make friends through martial arts, but instead they set up an Arhat Formation and attacked the few with the many. Isn't that shameless?"

"Hehe... What else is there to say? They've made it clear they don't welcome us."

"Do you think Shaolin Temple really imprisoned Zhang Junbao and General Feilong? Otherwise, why would they be working so hard?"

"It's not impossible, otherwise it really wouldn't make sense."

"Shaolin clearly doesn't respect the martial arts world; they're trying to embarrass Mingjian Villa."

"I can see that Young Master Yi doesn't look well either. This is his first time visiting Shaolin. If he is turned away, how can Mingjian Manor remain the leader of the martial arts alliance if word gets out?"

"Perhaps Shaolin did it on purpose?"

"What good will doing this do? You'll gain nothing but a blood feud with Famous Sword Manor."

"The Shaolin Arhat Formation consists of 36 first-rate masters and 72 second-rate masters, forming a grand formation of 108 Arhats. Young Master Yi doesn't know if he's confident in his abilities."

"Ah... Young Master Yi has made a move!"

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At this point, Yi Jifeng had no choice but to act. He didn't know if Shaolin Temple had done this on purpose, but what was originally just a friendly sparring match had turned into this situation, so he couldn't blame anyone else. The reputation of Mingjian Villa could not be lost.

“Master Liaohui, the Shaolin Arhat Formation is indeed extraordinary. In that case, please forgive me for having to use all my strength,” Yi Jifeng said, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Amitabha!" Liao Hui lowered his head and put his hands together, saying, "In that case, please invite Young Master Yi to enter the formation."

"May Buddha have mercy! At worst, we can go easy on him and end in a draw." Liao Hui thought to himself. In his eyes, Yi Jifeng was only twenty years old. To think that he could defeat the Arhat Formation was just wishful thinking.

Liao Fan, Liao Yin, and the others were disdainful. The Arhat Formation consisted of 108 people whose true energy was interconnected and whose moves were continuous. In their view, even if Yi Yun entered the formation, he would only be dragged to his death in the formation.

Yi Jifeng was unaware of their thoughts. He took a step and was already in the middle of the formation. The Shaolin monks swung their long staffs, and the "boom boom boom" sound was aimed directly at Yi Jifeng.

Yi Jifeng shook his head, thinking that it was a good opportunity to try out his newly mastered martial arts. He silently circulated his inner energy in both hands, and soon two dark blue clouds of inner energy gathered and swirled in his palms.

As he clasped his hands together, the longswords in the hands of the martial artists present hummed. The next moment, all the longswords hummed and, following Yi Jifeng's sword finger, passed through the Arhat Formation and landed three feet around Yi Jifeng.

As he moved his sword finger, dozens of longswords darted around him like fish, stirring up wisps of sword energy that connected to form a dragon.

He was completely enveloped by a dense array of longswords, causing an uproar not only among martial arts practitioners but also among those from the Shaolin Temple.

"Control the sword with your inner energy! All swords return to their origin!"

Liao Hui was startled and was about to admit defeat when Yi Jifeng shook his hands, and countless longsword dragons instantly spread outward before the monk could make a move.

The dense sword energy, like a rapidly cutting blade, slid past them. Fortunately, the monks at the center of the formation were all top-notch experts with extremely fast reactions, and the true energy of the thirty-six people instantly became one.

With a "hum," the originally formless and intangible true energy, through the joint efforts of the 108 people, connected through their meridians, and gathered into a sea of ​​true energy. A wall of true energy, like an impregnable fortress, blocked the dragon of sword energy.

Amidst the clanging sounds, the longsword dragon spun rapidly. As Yi Jifeng pushed forward with both palms, the longsword dragon seemed to be given a soul, with the sword as its bones, qi as its tendons, and intention as its spirit, defying the wind and snow and rising against the heavens.

With a deafening roar, the longsword, carrying the overwhelming will that those who stand in its way will perish, crashed into the wall of true energy like a tidal wave.

As the long sword energy dragon collided with the leading monk, a muffled sound followed. The immense true energy dissipated, causing a hurricane to rise from the ground, thunder to fall without clouds, and the strong wind to make everyone's clothes flutter.

The fine sword energy, like rain, pierced through the copper and iron walls, creating tiny holes like honeycomb. It moved in and out like needles, constantly disintegrating the true energy wall from the inside.

The next moment, the wall of true energy gathered by the Arhat Formation shattered with a roar. Before the Arhat Formation could recover its energy, the long sword soared into the sky like a dragon, followed by a swooping back strike. The sword energy not only did not weaken, but instead became even stronger as it was pushed back by the formation.

The dragon, which had been swimming, now seemed to be carrying a monstrous wave, forcibly capturing the true energy dissipating from the formation. The vast sea of ​​true energy swept away the dragon, and the dragon was no longer afraid.

With a loud thud, everyone felt a sharp pain in their ears, instantly experiencing tinnitus and deafness. Everyone instinctively frowned and saw the warrior monks forming the Arhat Formation being thrown away in an instant.

As Yi Jifeng pointed his sword to the sky, the longsword Youlong turned and soared into the air. With a whooshing sound, the clouds in the sky were pierced by the sword energy, and a golden beam of light pierced through the hole, shining on Yi Jifeng, making him look like a god.

The long sword dragon constantly circling and hovering in mid-air, and the wailing of the warrior monks on the ground, all shocked the crowd, leaving them unable to recover for a long time.

"it is good!!!"

Suddenly, someone shouted a cheer, and the silent crowd erupted into a frenzy, like oil boiling over...

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing! Although I don't understand it."

"This is controlling the sword with qi! Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"

"The sword auras of the two Young Master Yi are vastly different. The Great Young Master Yi is supreme and lofty, like an unapproachable celestial being; Young Master Yi's sword intent, however, is a divine dragon that carries mountains and chases the sea."

"As the leader of the martial arts alliance, Mingjian Manor truly deserves its title!"

……

Ignoring the crowd's discussions, Yi Jifeng unleashed his sword finger, and with a "hum," countless swords rained down from the sky, forming a forest of swords around him.

"Abbot! I apologize!" Yi Jifeng said, cupping his hands in greeting.

Liao Hui revealed a bitter smile and tugged at the corners of his mouth. After this battle, all thirty-six top-notch experts forming the core of the formation were seriously injured by the sword energy. Even the auxiliary monks on the periphery were not spared. The Arhat Formation was essentially ruined.

Without the Arhat Formation, Shaolin Temple is powerless to stop martial arts figures and heroes from entering the temple. If they refuse, Shaolin will become the one being besieged.